Chapter 106 - Chapter Black
Silence. No words followed the strange proclamation at first from the man who so resembled Son Gokū. Everyone stared at him, a different emotion etched on every face: Gohan, Goten, and Erasa, confusion; the future Trunks, rage; the present Trunks, bewildered, and Bulma, trying to process everything at once. Black looked away from them at the rift behind him, and then down towards his hand, where a ring shone brightly on his index finger.
"So the Time Ring led me here," he said, not bothering to hide a term that meant nothing to these people. His eyes scanned the crowd below him. Gohan...Goten...that must be this timeline's Trunks...and Bulma is still alive here... He couldn't sense the familiar ki of Vegeta or Piccolo in this timeline. Were they already dead?
Gohan stepped forward first. "You're not my father, I can tell that much," Gohan spoke the words slowly, and much to himself as to the man who wore Gokū's face. "My father would never threaten any of us like you did. Who are you?"
"Have you no eye for faces, Gohan?" inquired Black. "I am what you see - your father, Son Gokū."
"That's impossible!" shouted Goten. "You may look like Dad, but you're not him! Dad's ki was kind, and warm...yours is cold!"
Erasa extended her senses to get a better feel for this man's ki. Goten was right, the sensation was off...but at the same time, underneath that feeling of wrongness was Son Gokū's ki. She could feel her father-in-law's unique signature, mixed in with something else. "Goten is partially right...he feels very much like Father, but with deliberate errors..."
"How could he follow me all the way here?!" the future Trunks' eyes are dilating wildly, and he reached a hand to his sword before Gohan stopped him. Stepping ahead of Trunks, he kept his eyes locked on Black. "Trunks, stay back for now. I'm going to handle this myself." His white boots lifted off from the ground, and floated upwards towards the rift and Black, his face stony.
"But—"
Erasa shook her head. "Let Gohan fight," she said. "This...can't be making him happy. Everyone, stay with me. I'll protect you from any stray blasts."
"Who are you?" inquired the future Trunks suddenly, realizing he had no idea who this strange woman was.
"Me? I'm Gohan's wife," Erasa said easily. "Son Erasa. Now watch my husband work."
"My my, what is this?" Whis' voice caught everyone by surprise. Bulma spun to see Whis and Beerus, standing behind her with Piccolo, Videl, and No. 18 at their side. "You told us it was urgent, but you didn't say it was already violent."
"Something's not quite right," said Beerus, his eyes narrowing as they looked upwards at the tear in the sky, which Piccolo and the others had mistaken for storm clouds. "That's a temporal rift," He founded on Bulma, fangs bared. "What have you been up to?! Time travel is expressly disallowed for humans - you've been tampering with something you ought not to, woman."
"I only found that out recently," replied Bulma snappishly, standing her ground. Beerus blinked, surprised. "If time travel is forbidden by you gods, maybe make it a bit more transparent, hm? You lot are the ones work the hands off approach."
Whis frowned. "I'll address the severity of this later, so its plain for you to understand. In the meantime, I presume he is responsible for that rift?" Whis' purple eyes swiveled to Black, floating in front of the rip. "I can see the Ring on his finger, and...ah..." Whis spotted the Potara, glinting on Black's left ear. "That explains how he can use it. But who is he?"
"It's...Son!" Piccolo gasped, taking in Black's full appearance with a great measure of surprise.
"Son?" repeated Beerus. "Son Gokū? What is he doing here? Isn't he dead?"
"In this timeline," replied Whis. "But if we're dealing with time travel, my Lord, everything is on the table now."
The Hakaishin growled, clearly displeased. "I'd been planning on enjoying refreshment, but..." Beerus focused his gaze on Black and Gohan. "I want to see where this goes."
"I didn't expect for you to face me alone, Gohan," said Black. "I wonder - will this be different from the last time?"
"Last time?" Gohan was thrown off. "What do you mean?"
Black shook his head. "It's irrelevant to this," he replied. "I've noticed, however...you have some curious garb." He pointed a thin finger towards Gohan's ears. "Do you know the powers of the earrings you wear?"
"My...earrings?" Unconsciously, Gohan toyed with one of his globular trinkets. "These were a gift from the Kaiōshin, along with this gi. I didn't think they were anything special."
"I see," replied Black tersely. "So you adorn godly tools without even the proper respect or knowledge." He took a deep breath. "Come then, Gohan! I will pry those earrings from you along with your life!"
Gohan tensed; the chill emanating from this man was so unlike his father that it was easy to separate the two. This man couldn't be Son Gokū. Clinging to that though, Gohan launched himself forward. Black responded, and the two clashed over the city, shockwaves emanating from their point of contact. Forearms slamming into each other, Black's smile contrasted to Gohan's grimace. With his freenhand, Gohan swung upwards; the blow struck the dark copy of Gokū square in the chin. Wasting no time, Gohan spun, his knee catching Black in the stomach. With more force behind this blow, he sent Black flying backwards hurtling away from the city towards the coast.
"He...forced him away!" shouted Goten.
"It isn't safe to fight over the city," Bulma replied. "Even with our barriers, at this point, Gohan could break them on his own."
"Whis!" Beerus said.
"Of course, my Lord," Whis let his staff float before them, projecting a circular hologram with which to view Gohan and Black. "Let us see this twisted battle of father and son."
To say Black was impressed by the force from that single kick was an understatement. Spiraling out over open ocean, he spun himself rightside up, in time to see Gohan cresting over the horizon. Black laughed madly, his face breaking into a smirk Gohan hated to see on his father's face. "That's it, Gohan! You're truly strong! It will make killing you all the sweeter!" Clenching his fists at his side, Black's hair began to rustle in an unseen wind. Flashing gold, he transformed into a Super Saiyan. "Let me see more of your power!"
Mid-flight, a golden aura burst to life around Gohan. Black hair shone gold, black eyes gleaming emerald. Over the ocean, two Super Saiyans prepared to do battle.
"Why just a Super Saiyan?" asked Goten, watching curiously through Whis' hologram. "Wouldn't it make more sense for Gohan to use God, or that new form of his, and blow this imitator apart immediately?" The younger son of Gokū said this with remarkable venom, yet the Trunks of the future understood the sentiment. It was more than dislike; Goten hated seeing something that looked like his father, but was so wrong. At the same time, Trunks blinked in surprise and confusion.
"G-God?"
His question went unanswered, as Beerus cut across to reply to Goten.
"This is why I was against Whis training so many of you," said the Hakaishin sharply. "The power of gods is not something to be wielded so loosely. Every one of you is well past the point where you can destroy a planet with the slightest loss of control. Godly power exceeds that, and in far smaller quantities. If you care so much about protecting your precious planet, then it would do you well to not wield your powers like a madman with a loaded cannon!" Beerus breathed heavily, turning his attention away from Goten and back towards the floating sphere. "Son Gohan already has the mindset needed to wield godly power; the careful deliberation that comes from every action. Watch your brother, and learn from him, boy."
"I-...I'm sorry," Goten hung his head shamefully.
"Will someone please explain to me what this talk of godly power is?" asked the Trunks of the future desperately.
"We will, after this is resolved," replied Piccolo, his black eyes on the ensuing battle. "There is much you've missed, Trunks."
Across the ocean, twin golden tails soared. Gohan and Black were eyeing the other carefully, each searching for the opening that seemed never to come. Green tracked golden, until Black launched the next opening salvo. Yellow spheres of ki, encasing dark cores, erupted in an arc. Gohan swatted the incoming spheres aside - the ones that would have put the city behind him at risk - while one crashed into the sea, erupting a plume of salt water, and the other hurtled high in the sky.
This was the opening Black had hoped for. Gohan's vision obscured, his hands occupied, the black-clad Gokū rushed Gohan, bringing a knee up to the man's gut. Gohan was caught unawares, feeling the oxygen forced from his lungs. Undaunted, if only because he'd suffered far worse injuries in the past, his fist slammed into Black's jaw. The two made an odd sight, each with a limb embedded in the body of their enemy. Pivoting, Gohan swung his elbow upward, the blow colliding with Black's chest, following it up with a crushing kick.
Black rocketed out of control toward the ocean, unable to steady himself before breaking through the surface and plunging deep. Gohan waited, his golden tresses whipping in the fierce ocean winds. He didn't believe that had done lasting damage, yet at the same time, he found following up difficult. Seeing Gokū's face. Hearing his voice. All of it felt so wrong
Golden light exploded out of the ocean in every direction, forming a churning whirlpool below him. Black floated above it, positively giddy with glee. He was laughing, checking every inch of his body for injuries, or perhaps to see if he could still move at all. Once he'd ascertained he was fine, his laughter only pitched higher. "Absolutely splendid, Gohan! The is exactly what I expected out of your Super Saiyan power!" Feeling the elation of fighting strong opponents that kept him going surging through his body, Black bellowed a kiai, and Gohan felt his power surge.
He's getting stronger...! And just like Dad...my power is only making him even more eager to fight!
Black rose above the settling face of the ocean, grinning cockily. "You're capable of so much more though, Gohan! Let me see all of your power! Or it will ruin the taste of your death!" Black loosed a kikōha from his palm, and Gohan resulted in kind. A circular explosion issued between the two, spreading outwards, evaporating a good portion of the sea beneath both. Gohan was ready this time, however, realising Black seemed fond of ambush tactics.
Gold streaked through the explosion towards him. Instantly, Gohan parried, the back of his palm forced Black's incoming strike upwards. Black's own hand, encased in golden ki - an energy blade - shone above his head. Gohan had narrowly avoided being sliced across the chest. Grabbing this particularly lethal arm by the wrist, Gohan spun on the spot, throwing Black upwards, away from the planet. He followed, watching the effigy of his father spin out of control. Aiming a blow at Black's stomach as he closed in, Gohan was surprised to see Black catch it in his hands, stopping it short of his gut. Throwing Gohan off, Black responded with a kick that Gohan managed to deflect.
Back in the Western Capital area, the rift was beginning to churn, expelling electricity. Bulma looked up at it, bothered by this new development.
"What's going on...?!"
"You'll see in a moment," replied Whis. "It will only aid in what I will need to explain to you all."
Black and Gohan's melee continued high in Earth's skies. Gohan weaved around Black's onslaught, deflecting what blows made it through his movements with the flat of his palm or back of the hand. The score was clear - the superior Super Saiyan was Gohan. Yet Black seemed unperturbed by this. In fact, Gohan's superior strength only excited him further. He smiled and laughed through the entire exchange, even as a ki-coated fist slammed firmly into his jaw, pushing him back from Gohan.
"HA!" Super Saiyan flames igniting around Black, his ki shot ever higher. He was adapting, growing stronger, and Gohan could feel it. "I'm almost proud, Gohan," said Black, no trace of fatherly tenderness in his eyes. "Your remarkable power is building me up. This pain...it's making me stronger!"
"What...what are you?!" asked Gohan. "You're completely twisted!"
Before Black could entertain an answer, he felt a nagging pull on his body. "What the—?!" The black-clad Saiyan didn't recognise the feeling at all, and at first thought something was wrong with his body. As he was about to inspect it, Black felt himself pulled rapidly away from Gohan, hurtling towards the Western Capital at breakneck speeds.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Gohan cried, hot on the heels of the fleeing Black. They came to stop at the rift, which was going positively haywire. Lightning shot out in every direction, and the clouds churned, rushing wildly as if caught in a storm. Black fought against this current of force, eyes on Gohan, his face manic.
"I'm...not...done...here!" Black gasped.
Gohan was puzzled, but realised that, whatever was happening, this man was being called back to where he came from. Gohan couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let this twisted parody of Gokū continue, even if it was a problem far removed from him. Inhaling, Gohan forced himself to kill the part of his brain that instinctively recognised this as his father. His body thinned, and the gold aura retreated into his form, reigniting into a blazing inferno. Manifesting his godly aura, crimson eyes stared into Black's onyx ones.
"Gohan...! You...!" Black recognised the form for what it was immediately. He was overcome by a mixture of emotions. Anger...revulsion...pride...excitement...disappointment. "You held out on me!"
Gohan raised a hand, and it burned to life with godly energy. He said nothing. "HA!" The kikōha discharged, rushing towards Black...at the exact moment the rift pulled him inward. The attack followed into the rift, and it closed like a stitch being sewn into clothing. Black was gone.
Western Capital
Whis' staff returned to his hand, the broadcasting completed as the fight concluded. The Trunks of the future gaped at where the broadcast had been, however. He had seen Gohan undergo a transformation he'd no knowledge of. More confusing yet, Trunks had been able to sense Gohan's ki up until that moment. Once Gohan had transformed, Trunks could no longer feel Gohan's signature at all, only a strange pressure.
What was that form? Was it the God they mentioned?
"Well, it looks like he's gone," Bulma frowned, her eyes on where the tear in the sky had been. "I didn't like seeing him. He felt..." Bulma thought on every memory she had of Son Gokū. That smiling, cheerful, idiot who almost never let anything bother him. The man who had saved them so many times. Then Bulma tried to connect it with the Son Gokū she had just seen. "...off," she finished lamely.
"I couldn't stand seeing it," Goten said bitterly. "Whatever that was, it had to be some weird trick."
"You sound like Dad," Videl said jokingly.
Gohan touched down on the middle of their conversation, his face stoney. Erasa ran up to him, placing a hand to his face, concern reflected in her eyes. "Are you alright?" Erasa asked.
This was a surreal sight to the Trunks of the future. In his world, Gohan had always been alone. Trunks had tried to carry some of Gohan's emotional weight, but he never could. When Gohan had died, all of the older man's burdens had piled onto him unexpectedly. He smiled in spite of himself. His efforts to create a world where Gohan was happy had paid off.
Until he had brought Black here.
"No, I'm not..." replied Gohan, taking his wife's hand in his own. "That...felt so much like Dad. He didn't fight the same, until he lapsed into what had to be muscle memory. It felt like fighting a version of my father who was twisting himself on purpose... only to snap back into something familiar. And I hesitated..."
"His ki was similar," replied Piccolo. "It was like Son's, but as if there was deliberate interference. Its unnerving." Piccolo looked at Gohan sternly. "At the same time, you needn't feel ashamed for not being able to land the finishing blow. Even if he isn't Son, he wears your father's face. You aren't a monster, Gohan."
"Trunks, I believe you owe us a complete explanation," said Bulma, who then turned to Whis. "Can you save your telling off for later? I want the scope of my son's problems first."
"Listen here woma—" Beerus felt his temper rising at Bulma's increasing audacious nature, but Whis nodded.
"As you wish," replied the attendant. "I confess I'm also curious myself."
"You're giving her too much leeway, Whis," said Beerus. "How would it reflect on me as a Hakaishin to allow a human like this to jabber on so freely?"
"A...Hakaishin?" the Trunks of the future blinked. "Mother, I—"
"We'll explain everything you missed later, sweetie," replied Bulma, her motherly tone entirely at odds with her youthful looks. "Why were we attacked by someone who was the spitting image of Son?"
Trunks heaved a sigh, and took a seat on the grass beneath his feet. Resting his arm on his knee, he hung his head. The silence that followed felt physical, thick enough to be cut with Trunks' own sword, but he had a audience polite enough to wait for him to speak. "When I returned to the future, I dispatched Cell without issue," Trunks began. "And we had peace. Until seven years later, when a man calling himself 'Shin', and their attendant Kibito, arrived on Earth."
The faces of everyone darkened. They were familiar with the events of Majin Bū in their own world - it had, in fact, shaped much of their lives now - but Trunks' tale had done differently. Shin had taken him to the Kaiōshin Realm, where Trunks trained under him, and pulled out an item called the Z-Sword. The group had no context for this, but did not interrupt.
"When we returned to Earth, Shin's worst fears had been realised. A wizard, Babidi, appeared with his right hand man, Dābura. They were going to revive a creature called Majin Bū," Trunks clenched his fists. "The Kaiōshin, Kibito, and I fought against Dābura, who killed Kibito and broke the Z-Sword by turning it to stone."
Gohan was able to envision quite a bit of this in his mind's eye, being familiar with how Dābura fought.
"But..the Kaiōshin sacrificed himself to save me, and died," Trunks continued, his voice hollow. Beerus' eyes narrowed dangerously, and Whis' mouth thinned. "In the end, I was able to kill them both before they awoke Bū. I was so furious, I remember power coursing through me...something stronger than Super Saiyan, like what you had when you killed Cell, Gohan. But..."
Beerus grimaced, clearly bothered by something in Trunks' tale.
"...then he arrived," Trunks said. "Claiming to be Gokū, destroyed a large portion of the city, claiming he would annihilate all Earthlings for the sake of justice. I fought against him, but he slowly began to destroy everything we worked for, piece by piece..." Trunks grit his teeth in frustration.
"I tried to fight him, but I couldn't. He just...kept getting stronger. Every fight, every battle, seemed to help him. We all put up a fight - every Earthling willing to stand against him picked up arms. But there's barely anyone left. Even Mother—"
The Trunks of the future cut off abruptly, his shoulders shaking. Bulma looked at him blankly, unable to form the words to console her son; she was dead there, too? How does one even begin to approach that in a tactful way?
The present Trunks placed a hand on his future counterpart's shaking shoulders, stone-faced. Unlike his mother, the present Trunks has a closer inclination to how the future Trunks felt. The grief, rage, and shock; it bubbled up, as if coming from another source. Perhaps a twisted sense of deja vu?
"Trunks..." Erasa whispered. She, alongside Videl, were the least familiar with Trunks besides the gods, and it surprised her how outside the situation she felt. It had been a decade now since she'd felt out of place in this group she now called family and friends, but here it was again. Regardless, the pity and sympathy she felt for the man in front of her washed over like ice. There is an alternate timeline...with so much misery and unhappiness?
"It appears you've been through quite a lot, Trunks," said Whis, stepping forward. "And it also appears, Lord Beerus, that we are not applicable factors in his timeline."
"What do you mean?" asked Piccolo quickly.
"The Dai Kaiōshin has a life link with the Hakaishin of their respective Universe," replied Whis, against the snarling of a protesting Beerus. "This Universe originally had four Kaiōshin who served the Dai Kaiōshin - an uncommon sight in the other Universes, where you may see only two - but it was at Beerus' suggestion, to circumvent that weakness."
"When that bastard Bū attacked, and slew all the Kaiōshin but the Eastern Kaiōshin, the title passed to him, and my life became linked to the weakest of the bunch," growled Beerus unhappily. "So he went off and died in your future?
"Yes," replied Trunks, his voice hollow.
"The present issue," said Whis, who sounded far different from his usual jovial self, "is that none of you present have bothered to take into account the fragile nature of time." For the first time, Gohan truly felt some sort of presence from Whis. It was clear just how much he reigned himself in by the sensation he was giving off: whether he was angry, disappointed, or a mixture of both, Gohan knew that Whis was displeased by every single one of them. "The concept of 'flow' among mortals seems to be a give and take: water, air, life energy, it can all flow in multiple directions, usually as part of a cycle. Time is different. Time is meant to flow linearly. To travel back in time, as you have clearly done more than once, is not only illegal by the laws of your mortal government, but forbidden among even the gods.
The artifact that man wore on his finger was a Time Ring." continued Whis. "It is an artifact used solely by the Kaiōshin. In their position as creator gods, they are allowed to create within their relative present, go to the future to see its effects, and return to the past - their present - with the Time Ring. They are not tools to be used lightly, and they were never intended to be allowed to travel back into the past from the present..." His eyes landed coldly on Trunks. "Except in situations of pre-existing temporal distortion. In this case, the Time Ring brings its user through the "wound" created in time, and the Kaiōshin is expected to diffuse the situation."
"Then we've been...damaging time?" Trunks looked horrified, his blue eyes widened.
"That's the long and short of it," replied Beerus bitterly. "If you change even one detail that ought not to be altered when forcing your way back through time, it can have massive repercussions throughout the whole of the future. In the worst case scenario, an entire galaxy that otherwise would have survived and prospered could all be destroyed because you simply cut down one tree that would have been pivotal towards a particular species!"
"Our people call it the Butterfly Effect," Gohan muttered. "I read over its potential effects on time travel in a theoretical physics text—"
"—what precisely is your field of study?" asked the present Trunks, but Gohan brushed past this interjection.
"—and it is effectively a branch of Chaos Theory; the basic principle is the same as Whis described, though the association of the Butterfly Effect can be applied to more than simply time travel," Gohan placed a finger to his chin. "Regardless, Lord Beerus, Whis, do you suppose you can overlook this? Trunks didn't know it was a crime — none of us did — and given how ill-explained even Galactic Law is, can you really hold a regular person accountable for not knowing the laws of gods he just met?"
Beerus frowned. "If you manage to bring me something I've never tasted before, then I'll turn a blind eye and simply let you off with a scolding. However," Beerus' tone became stern, and the Hakaishin turned towards Trunks. "Once you return to the future, you are not to come back. I will not be so lenient as to allow you to travel through time under my nose again."
"Y-Yes, sir," replied the Trunks of the future, utterly perplexed, but feeing he'd just narrowly dodged a bullet worse than Black.
"Whis, I would like a word," said Beerus, motioning his attendant over to the side and away from Earthlings. The Hakaishin and his attendant put a certain amount of space between Gohan and the others, and only when Beerus was sure that they would not be overheard did the the Hakaishin speak in low tones to Whis. "We're going to have to speak to that careless Kaiōshin, now. That Gokū Black was wearing Potara, specifically in the colour that only an appointed Kaiōshin should be allowed to wear. Furthermore, he was wearing a Time Ring. We saw it."
"Do you believe the Kaiōshin is complicit?" asked Whis, unsure as to where Beerus' train of thought was taking him.
"Hardly," replied Beerus. "However, you've seen how brazenly Son Gohan wears the Potara. I very much doubt even he knows their full potential...and if the Kaiōshin had known, he wouldn't have so casually handed them off to a mortal. I simply want to cover our bases. Besides, with time travel and Time Rings involved...we're going to have to make more than just the one stop."
The attendant nodded. "Shall we return for your delicacies after 'covering our bases' then, my lord?"
"Yes, let's get this over with first," Beerus placed a hand on Whis' shoulder. Attendant and Hakaishin were enveloped in a rushing golden light, before shooting high into the sky akin to a reverse meteor. The light that enveloped them trailed behind them, bringing to mind the tail of a comet. and the divine presence was entirely gone from Earth.
With Gohan and everyone now relatively alone, the question of what to do next was hanging over all of them. Trunks needed help. That was why he returned to Earth. He'd come all this way for to find help from the past. There was an option, one so obvious that it would seem foolish not to make use of the opportunity when presented.
"Alright then, Trunks," said Gohan, smiling in spite of everything that had gone on. "You came to us for help, right? Then it's settled. I think the first thing to do is make you into a Super Saiyan God."
Trunks' Future
Silence hovered out over the ruined Western Capital. In spite of the city looking as if it had been struck by multiple natural disasters, this was the most peace the world had known since the arrival of the man claiming to be Son Gokū. All good things, however, were not to last, and this was no different: an explosion rocked the sky, and the rift in space-time opened with an earth-shattering sound. Gokū Black was ejected from it like grapeshot from a loaded cannon barrel. Landing hard, Black's mind was still hazy. He thought the rift had swallowed him up just in time, but the black-clad Saiyan had been wrong.
Gohan fired off a near-lethal shot, right before the rift closed.
And the pain was searing through his body, red-hot, every nerve on fire. Staring hazily at the rift, which began to close itself again, his Time Ring glowing softly on his finger, Black remained motionless. Visions of his battle with Gohan replayed in his mind, every moment a valuable lesson to learn from, to incorporate into his body. Without warning, clutching his stomach as if he was going to vomit, Black began to laugh. It was a cold, merciless sound, even here where he had no one to threaten. Yet he continued, laughing wildly as if he'd just heard the best joke in the entire Universe.
"Son Gohan! What an amazing combat strength! What a splendid divine aura! I almost died, you bastard!"
Black continued laughing for some time, until it died down, and his breathing steadied. "So that is your potential, Gohan, clad in the ki of the gods? I never imagined it could be so strong!" Grinning toothily, Black steadied himself into a sitting position. "You'll return to me, Gohan. You wouldn't dare leave Trunks to fend for himself. Show me your true strength, Saiyan!"
A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry for this one not coming out as quickly as the last two chapters, a few things piled up, so this chapter took a little more time than it should have. But I've got it up now, and honestly, I had a lot of fun writing it. Time Travel is never my favourite thing - in fact, it may be my least favourite in a story - so I'm going to try to keep time travel, and its usage in my chapter, as compact as humanly possible. Something I tried to do here is write Gohan realistically. What Dragon Ball tends to lack, at least in my experience, is realistic human reactions to anything. Gohan, seeing his father in this twisted representation, wouldn't just jump to murder, and I tried to represent that. I hope I did my best. The next few chapters, if they work out like I planned, will be a doozy, and I hope you all look forward to them! I'll see you all on the next exciting chapter of the Erased Chronicles!